#If you've been following me online for quite some time you'd know that the things I get into are all wildly different from each other

[murderofsomeone]

have you every thought of getting into Thomas the tank engine fandom? i've found lots of amazing artists and writers (i've even started making stories and art and lotttts au's) i'm not even into the books or show i only like the fandom

(this is murdoch from the show btw)

oops forgot to answer this but idk I don't really choose what I get into, it kind of just happens. Some things land better than others, but as of right now I'm trying to enjoy my current interest before I'm ready to get into something else.

[houseofanticipation]

You're sitting with your friend Sam at a coffee shop, catching up. She's telling you about an instagram ad she keeps getting for some audiobook streaming service. "It's just crazy," she says, "because I was just telling Lucille I wanted to start reading more books but I never have the time, and then it's like instantly I'm getting these ads all the time."

"So what," you say over your steaming mug, "you think they're listening to you?"

Sam shakes her head. "Honestly I think it's almost scarier than that. They have so much information about us, they don't even need to listen to our conversations. They just know, based on everything they've gathered about me, that I'm probably someone who wants to listen to audiobooks."

"Well they can't be that smart," you say. "Because the only ads I've been getting lately are for something called Slut Cream."

Sam raises an eyebrow. "You must know I'm going to need more details."

You take out your phone and find an ad to show her. It's not difficult; literally all of the ads you see on instagram are like this. They're even showing up in other places now, on webpages you visit or apps you use. This one is one you've seen before: a beautiful woman in a crop top that just barely covers her nipples is proudly displaying a squeeze tube of the kind you'd buy sunscreen or toothpaste in. The caption says, "Being a slut isn't a hobby—it's a lifestyle! Step up your slut game with Slut Cream! Shop Now"

"I don't even know what slut cream is," you say. "All you get when you look it up is a bunch of porn."

"Well, obviously it's a way to step up your slut game," says Sam sagely. "What does it say on the website?"

"Oh, I'm not clicking the link," you say. "I don't want to encourage them! What I want to know is why suddenly this ad is all I can seem to see!"

Sam shoots you a wink. "Maybe you're just a slut. These data brokers know us better than we know ourselves."'

What neither of you know is that it's actually quite easy to buy online ad space, and they let you get pretty specific with your intended audience.

I live in the next apartment over from you. I've been watching you for a long time, studying you, listening to you through our shared wall. We've talked a few times, some terse conversation at the mailboxes or in the hall, which is how I knew enough about you to place those ads, with audience parameters so specific that probably only you and about five other people would see them. I had fun making them; hiring the model to do the photoshoot, dusting off the skills I picked up in that college graphic design course, creating a website for this fake business (though I'm disappointed you still haven't clicked through to see it). If you actually tried to buy slut cream, the website would tell you we're currently closed due to high traffic, and to check back later. Nowhere on the website does it explain what slut cream is.

A number of strange things happen to you over the course of the following day. On your lunch break you walk down the block to the deli by your office. You're in here every weekday, but today the energy here is different. People are staring you, side-eyeing you, having whispered conversations that stop abruptly when you get too close. As you're walking back to work, an old woman spits on the ground as you pass, you'd swear you heard the word "whore!" hissed under her breath. You wonder if you should say something, stand up for yourself, but she's elderly, probably confused, and you decide to be the bigger person.

In the hours after lunch, you're propositioned by no less than seven of your male coworkers. You've had to refuse a few invitations to dinner in your time, but seven in a day is completely out of the ordinary, and the things these men are offering to do to you go way outside the bounds of first date stuff. One guy tells you the conference room is empty, if you want to go for a quick fuck; another guy tells you he hasn't cum in a month, and if you sucked his cock he'd pump so much cum down your throat that you wouldn't need to eat dinner. Your boss even tells you he and his wife are looking for a third and he thought of you first, like he's offering you a big promotion. The strangest thing is that all of these men seem genuinely surprised when you turn them down. Like this sort of thing usually works with girls. One guy even says, "sorry, I was just trying to help."

It was pretty easy to hire actors for the deli and the street. You go to the same place every day, so I knew where they'd have to go and roughly when they'd need to be there. The harder part was getting your coworkers to play along, especially because I was picky about getting people who could sell the act. For a few of them all it took was money. A few of them I had to blackmail. For your boss I had to call in a favor, get his boss to threaten his job. He protested, but I think it made his cock hard, thinking about fucking you alongside his wife.

I keep this up for a few weeks. Anywhere you go I have people watching you, talking about you behind your back. I have people approaching you on the train, at the park, in restaurants, offering to fuck you like they're doing you a favor. You stay firm in your refusal—I wouldn't have expected any less from you—but I can tell it's beginning to eat at you. I watch you try to figure out what you're doing that seems to give all these people the wrong idea about you; you start to dress more modestly, talk less, even walk a little less confidently. But none of this will change anything. All it will do is make you feel more repressed.

After a month, I decide it's time to make my move. I could probably wait longer, but the anticipation is getting too much for me, and besides, you're beginning to get a little wild around the eyes. I'd hate to break you before I've had my fun. One evening, when I know you're home, I unlock your apartment with the duplicate key I had made two months ago. You're in the kitchen, washing dishes with headphones on; you didn't hear me come in. I leave the door open as I approach you, admiring the way you shake your ass to whatever it is you're listening to. I get right up behind you and stay there for a moment, lavishing in your innocence, feeling my cock strain at my belt as I imagine taking it away from you. Then I reach around front of you with both arms and plunge my hand into your panties

You shout in shock, fight back, try to push me off as the headphones fall off your head. But I've got you pinned against the counter, my full body weight against you, one hand down your pants, the other groping your breasts. Once you realize that fighting won't help, you stop struggling and ask me what I want. "Please," you say. Just hearing that quiver in your voice almost makes me delirious with lust. "Please, let me go. I don't want this, please."

I bury my face in your neck, kissing and breathing you in. You smell incredible, like fear and sweat and sex. I bring my lips up to your ear, let them brush against you as I speak. "Of course you want this, baby. You've been trying so hard to hide it, but you don't have to hide with me. Look, you left the door open for me." I let you turn your head enough to see the door hanging open just as my fingers find your clit. I'm rubbing you gently, tenderly, just the way I've watched you touch yourself through the webcam I have in your room. My other hand is under your shirt now and I'm squeezing your breast, rolling your nipple between my fingers, feeling it slowly grow full and erect. You try to stifle a soft moan and I kiss your neck again. "It's okay, baby. You don't have to be ashamed. It's okay to want to feel good. Let me make you feel good."

You clutch your face in your hands and let out a cry of frustration and humiliation and agony and pleasure. You barely know me; I'm the guy next door who sometimes looks at you a little too long. The guy you speed up to avoid in the hall. But that feeling radiating from you clit... You think how exhausting it's been, doing everything you could think of to change people's perception of you, get them to stop looking at you as a slut, how none of it has done you any good anyway. You wonder if you'd have had more fun fucking Jim in the conference room, or swallowing Dylan's cum, or having a threesome with your boss and his wife. And that throbbing in your clit, the agonizing pleasure...You remember that beautiful woman in the ad: "Being a slut isn't a hobby—it's a lifestyle!" You think about how happy she looked, how fulfilled. You remember Sam's words: "These data brokers know us better than we know ourselves."

It does feel good, doesn't it? To let me touch you, pleasure you, to let go of this act you've been holding on to. Isn't it okay to want to feel good? Why did you ever let anyone make you ashamed of that? You try out another moan, letting the pleasure well up through your chest and out your mouth. It feels good, so you try another, and another, and then you're leaning back into me, grinding up against me, delighting in the feeling of my hard cock against your ass.

"Good," I say. "You're letting go of those silly hang-ups. Now we can have our real fun." My hands still around you, controlling you, I half lead-half carry your trembling body to the bedroom. I throw you on the bed, face up so I can get a good look at your eyes, see what I've done to your mind. Those same eyes that have avoided me in the hall so many times now gaze hungrily up at me, wanting me, needing me.

Who am I do decline?

I pull off your pants and panties as a single unit, letting you take care of your shirt for yourself. I kick of my own bottoms, letting my throbbing cock slap against your leg as it springs from its confinement. Don't think I don't notice the way your whole body shivers when it touches you. I lift your legs and push your knees up towards your ears; you're remarkably flexible. It must be all that yoga I've watched you do at the place downtown. I've greatly enjoyed your visits to that place, so it's nice to see they weren't in vain.

You're afraid of me, all of a sudden. Maybe some part of you is seeing sense, realizing you'd have to be crazy to let a guy like me come into your home and fuck you like this. But what was the alternative? Have me rape you? Let me tell you, darling: I would have raped you. You feel the head of my cock gliding over your skin, exploring your inner thighs and pubic area, and tremble at my touch. I want this, you tell yourself. This is what a slut like me needs.

All the same, you cry a little bit when I penetrate you. It's not because it hurts—it does hurt a bit, but you're wet enough, and it's not entirely a bad pain. It's not because you're afraid—well, maybe in part, but that's not the core of it. You cry because you're finally letting go. Letting go of the person you used to be, or thought you were. It's the relief of knowing you don't have to pretend anymore, wrapped up with the mourning you feel when you lose a potential version of yourself. I lean across you as my cock fills you up, and tenderly, I kiss away your tears. "Hush, my darling. I'm here. I will always be here. I will love you despite what you are, when everyone else turns away in disgust."

My weight on you feels good, comforting. The way I press down on your legs, stretching you out, driving my cock so deep inside you that it brushes your cervix. It hurts a little, but is that any better than you deserve? Could a slut like you really expect to find better than this? Better than unconditional love and a desire to give you the pleasure you need?

I'm speeding up now, my face something like an animal, furious and insistent as I gaze down at you. There's darkness behind my eyes, you think, something cold and cruel. You thank God I'm on your side. My hips are like a hammer on your pelvis now, and with each thrust you feel my cock bulging inside you, throbbing and pulsating with anticipation. When I finally plant my seed in you, groaning and growling and pressing you further into the bed, you find there's something comforting about the warmth of my cum inside you. Maybe my seed will take root, make you swell up with me, make you mine. As I roll off you, huffing and panting, the tears begin to stream down your face again, this time from joy.

What did a slut like you ever do to deserve someone who loves you like I do?

[starleska]

stop all this wholesome >:( I wanna know your hcs on Dark!Wally. Explore how evil he is. What kinda horrible agenda he has goin on. Your choice if its still a x reader im just curious how you'd interpret it- ... Dont feel forced to do so btw feel free to ignore this if it aint yer cup of tea ToT

hahahaha, this gave me a great laugh!! you've caught me, anon - i am very much a fan of evil, devious, villainous, morally bereft and just plain dreadful characters. you'll see from my f/o tracker that i'm quite the bad guy connoisseur - i just haven't explored that with Wally yet because we know so little about what his agenda is!! it's Wally's ambiguity that makes him so fun to play with;;;

i'd love to fill this out with some potential theories, if you'll humour me 😉 gonna pop this under a spoiler tag as well just in case this speculation turns out correct, and for the warnings!!

content warnings for potential Welcome Home spoilers, scopophobia, stalking, murder, cannibalism, and cults:

Dark!Wally (or potentially, just Wally) Darling headcanons:

⭐ Wally is using us as food. ever since we found out about Wally eating with his eyes, i haven't been able to get this idea out of my head. everything from everyone looking up at the tracker on the website, to Wally watching us from the other side of the screen, has me wondering exactly why he loves us so much, and why he seems happy to engage with all of us pouring in to look at the site. i'm wondering if Wally is something of a psychic cannibal - someone who is able to devour essence through attention, particularly through eye contact. there is something he's getting from us interacting with him on the website, and i feel like his love is of the possessive variety...he needs us for something that we don't understand yet. ⭐ Wally 'fed' his neighbourhood friends to his Home, and is play-acting as if his friends are still alive by interacting with us. some eagle-eyed fans noticed recently that in one image, Wally's armchair has a stitched-on patch that looks suspiciously like Barnaby's skin. likewise, there's a very strange file name on one of the drawings Wally did on the Guestbook, in a comment talking about Eddie, where he says he 'runs too much'. we know that Home is alive, and that Wally talks to Home. we also don't know why Wally's house is the only one with apparent sentience. my question is...how is Home fuelled? and why is Wally the only one talking to us through the Guestbook if his puppet-self is alive - where is everyone else? my (very thin) speculation is that Wally may have sacrificed his friends to keep Home alive, but suffered a mental breakdown as a result, and wants to preserve their old life through the website as if nothing is wrong. ⭐ Wally is a vain attention hog who wants to be back in the spotlight. this one is bare-bones, but hear me out - this can go a couple of ways! if we choose to believe the Wally speaking from within the website is, somehow, a sentient puppet (or his consciousness is infused with the website), we could also believe that he may miss his apparently peaceful, love-filled life from another time. perhaps Wally was alive during the original run of Welcome Home, and somehow remained alive following its cancellation. perhaps he feels spurned now he's no longer the friendly neighbourhood host of the television show long-forgotten to the public...where better to try and gain a new audience than online, under the guise of a restoration project? we could even make a potential cult leader argument here... again, this is all pure speculation!! we have no idea at all what Wally's agenda is at this stage, and that's a good thing;; it's going to be loads of fun learning more about Wally and what his intentions are. i'd love to hear people's theories 😉

[survivalist-anon]

Log 2: Living Under a Rock

It's been a week since my drop-off at the hospital....no surprise I've been having trouble sleeping, I got some work leave from my boss at the nature reserve.....god damn I'm fucking tired.

Local folks both new to the town and old friends have been pandering for questions.

Some of the local middle schoolers kept fallowing me to my work place asking me about the metal guy. I simply told them I shot him in the eye, than he exploded.....I wasn't expecting those annoying brats to tell other kids about it. Obviously the local pastor (Mark) has been sending his goons to come to my cabin to convince me to come to church for the sake of saving my soul and all that "lovely" jazz. I told them I literally may have met the devil, shot him in the eye, exploded , and now he's dead and thus to leave me alone.

Some folks are a little more respectful and just ask me about more personal things. Got recommended a therapist who just moved to town named Miss Jenny Oakley, nice lady, smiles all the time and has an impressive 3 PhDs in psychology and mental health medication. She's been helping me get through the whole thing and believes I'll be able to make a speedy recovery. She trusts my resolve and that's good in my book.

....now "Newly appointed Deputy" Jeff (my ex-boyfriend) apparently thinks he can just give me the presidential treatment. He keeps following my car EVERYWHERE. I feel like nuisance now this has happened, people keep staring at me when Jeff just follows me at this point. You'd think after our falling out he'd have the self respect to be a little less...creepy about it. He's stopped by my cabin to keep checking up on me....I wonder if he thinks it's going to be like in the movies where estranged lovers get back together if something happens....jokes on him... I do not need a guy who has tried to convince me to move to Ohio and insult my family's cultural background to boot. Asshole.

Anyways, I've been hanging out at this new coffee shop that's just opened up...it's cozy, sells actual homemade pastries and the coffee is pretty good. Finally, a nice third place. I've noticed more people around my age go there too .... however I've noticed one group constantly eyeing me from across the shop every time I go...they call themselves the "Marine Spotters"...I have no fucking idea what that intels, one of them came up to my table, had the audacity to sit down in front of me like he knew me.....

"So..........you saw one?", the unshaven neck beard asked.

".......you know you could have asked to sit down and I would have said yes but fine go off Gabe Newell.", I'm not usually this hostile but things have gotten tense for while....I wouldn't blame anyone for being upset at me for it either.

"heheh very funny, anyway, my name is Benedict Grabowski. I'm the local expert in these "big metal men "....I see based on your description you've seen a "Black Legion" marine. A level 3 on the danger scale and are quite rare in these parts.", he adjusts his glasses. "The fact you even survived a harrowing encounter with one is without a doubt a life achievement and a free ticket admission to our organization!", handing me a business card with some edgy cartoon spaceman, it had his phone number, email address and an actual address...it was the abandoned mineral mine not too far from the animal reserve I work at....

"I hope your membership will prove to be of great use to us.", concluding with a smug look on his jolly face.

I sat there ready to throw this guy from window I was seated next to....but I'm certain the shop owners wouldn't be too pleased.

".....why the .org?"

He acted confused, "I beg your pardon?".

"...the .org....on your email address....you don't work for the Tillamook station do you? I told them I don't know shit.", took a frustrated sip of my coffee.

He laid back, "well...I...what one would call....a "white hat hacker"....my services in online server hacking, government surveillance and hehe...not to brag...a national code cracking champion of the Tokyo Code Breaker competition. I actually am...not a huge fan of our corporate federal overlords and I only desire for their inevitable downfall through me tanking their stocks."...

I literally was sitting across to a felon....

"so ..with your epic survival skills, my tech mastery and my collaborators", he points to his original table of collected individuals; a heavyset goth girl, the kid of one of the local beef farmers and one creepy guy I remember being the weird kid in highschool.

"Hi Steven.", I wave to him.

"Hi Lorey!", he waves and gives his creepy grin that in through literally means nothing to me. He does it for a cheap bit that I'm certain Jeff already knows and is dieing to catch him for something.

By this point Benedict was actually shocked I knew Steven. "What?! I thought you just moved here!"

I chuckled a little, "I use to live here, I know the area rather well but it's changed a bit since I was last here back in 2003. Also....what the shit is this all about?". I point to the business card.

His shocked expression transforms back into that stupid 'big shot cool guy' look. "Well, we spot those big metal men. Turns out....these anomalous entities are actually appearing throughout the whole planet. All of them of variety and....motives....". He looks around, takes out a folder of the ever lovable 'blurry photographic evidence' one would expect looking for cryptids. "Behold. Humanoids who walk amongst us!".

Im staring at the photos, one struck me to my core ....the big black and bronze one I saw being blown to chunks...the one that killed Grandpa.

"ah...I see...so it was that one.", leaning towards me closer....I can smell the fucking butter from his croissant he ate at his table. "If you need us...call us....", he decided to leave a second card....ok....."anyway, surprised?"

I was a lot more than surprised....I must have been living under a rock...."yeah....I am."

After that I decided to go home. On the ride back, I couldn't help but wonder if Benedict was telling the truth... about them being everywhere...that's a scary thought in all honesty.

I get out my car and took one long glance at my Grandpa's cabin. His only inheritance to my mom. When I said the funeral was a mess, it was an absolute garbage fire because on the same day we had his will reading. His most valuable possession in his will was this cabin, and boy was my aunt pissed she didn't get the property. At least Mom had the last laugh, anyway....as I was remembering that day....I noticed something that sent shivers up and down my spine.

A blood trail....it looked like it came from the forest behind the property, up the steps and on to my doormat. I get out of the car, cautiously, for I all know whom ever left this bloody mess is close by.

It was a huge leather sack, sealed tight with...a red wax in the opening. It was leaking a lot, I was hesitant to open it, but the blood smelt familiar. "....it can't be....", I tore off the hard wax, the gamey stink of deer was permeating throughout the porch. Opening the sack, I saw what could be weeks worth of meat. I was stunned! All nicely cut and cleaned ...I tried lifting the sack without getting some blood on me...failed...and brought it to the cellar freezer. As I placed the meat in the freezer, I saw there was a note on the bag I hadn't noticed....it was a handwritten note for certain....but I had no idea what was written on it. Again, Nordic ruins were present...but it was mixed with another language...I took medieval history a short while back and had the privilege of almost learning how to read medieval texts....it was close to it...and yet... completely unreadable for me.

I set the note on a table and save it for later.

Everything has been so strange lately.

The hours pass, and I finally decided to do some digging....this has to be some...real life ARG or something....it's either a dedicated group of cosplayers....or... something is really out there...it's so uncanny....

End of log 2

@kit-williams

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can you do more with player!reader x Marauder? Maybe something with Marauder learning about the players life during battle, and being surprised about there being a fandom (and the "humiliating" art of the slayer) I have seen enough catboy doomslayer to last a lifetime. Pretty sure he'd get a kick out of fanart and memes.

Bonus if the reader is an artist and finds a way to show the Marauder their own art of him.

"So in your world...you--this game..has its own cult following?"

"We call it a "fandom", Marmar-"

"Do not call me that."

"..okay, Marauder. But yes." You nodded to the screen, having the Doomslayer chainsaw through one of the zombies that spawned into the room, granting you extra ammo. Then you had him dash to evade the glowing orange wolf that the Marauder summoned, finishing it off with a shotgun round.

Yes, you were indeed communicating with one of the toughest enemies in the game Doom Eternal--who so-happened to be aware that he is a video game character and knows he's destined to respawn every time you entered the final room in the ARC Complex level for his boss battle.

And he now sees that the Slayer was merely a vessel controlled by you.

Instead of getting too freaked out, you struck up a small friendship with this Marauder. Why wouldn't you? He was your favorite demon of all the ones you've encountered.

He was curious about your world--one that he quickly learned that not even the Maykrs themselves could reach--so you've been explaining small things about it, although the subject of how others of your kind perceived him and Doom Eternal as a whole.

That's when you mentioned the fandom and online following it had.

"It's more than just this one, though, the fandom goes back as far as the first Doom game released in 1993."

"It's...that old? How fascinating.." The Marauder was intrigued.

"Yeah, it's come a long way from being a simple shooter game. It was the first one ever created, in fact, and it paved the way for more like it."

"And then it became Eternal about three years ago?"

"Precisely."

"I see. Are there other versions of me in previous---GRRAH!!" As a stray bullet suddenly flew towards him, he brought up his shield and scowled. "Are you trying to catch me off guard, mortal?"

"No, I promise." You shook your head, before adjusting the mic connected to your headset. "To answer you...no. You're unique only to this game. And to be honest, you became quite a hot topic for debates in the community."

"Is that so?" Taking a pause, Marauder lowered his shield, red eyes narrowing at the Doomslayer and whatever skin you chose to use this time around. He was always amused by what your vessel looked like, be it the menacing Praetor skin or the ridiculous Doomicorn. "Let us pause our duel. Elaborate."

"...okay, um....ah, how do I say this without sounding like a jerk..." You mumbled to yourself, before looking back at the screen. "Some people think your attack methods "ruin" the flow of the game...and before you get mad, Doom was always known for just shooting demons and moving on. They whine about it being too "complicated" now, but I like what you brought to the table: you give us a true challenge."

"Of course..I only bring the toughest challenge. Lest they forget, Marauders were amongst the Sentinels in legion with the Slayer...so I ought to be a worthy enemy. One that players shan't forget." He chuckled, grabbing the head of a zombie who had the misfortunate of spawning right next to him. "Nothing like these...simple-minded corpses. They're forgettable. So easily crushed by a simple action."

With one squeeze, its head disintegrated into a bloody pulp before it collapsed to the ground, despawning.

"But not me."

"Right." You were surprised he could do that, but you shrugged it off. "All debates aside...I think you'd get a kick out of all the art this fandom has made, too."

"Art, you say? Let me guess..they're all tributes to the Slayer? Covered in blood? Scorching fire and relentless rage in his eyes? Standing over mountains of demonic corpses?" He scoffed.

"...some of that, and a lot of catboy pictures and maid outfits."

".....what is a "cat-boy"?"

Oh no.

This was taking quite the awkward turn.

"Let's. just say there's a lot of degrading and humiliating stuff about him, and god, don't even get me started on the fanfiction.." You shuddered a little, although hearing Marauder's deep chuckle made you refocus on him, seeing him sit on the stairs.

"This has enlightened me..oh, what I would give to see such humiliation with my own eyes. The great and mighty Slayer, reduced to a-"

"There's art of you, too."

He blinked. "Me? I, too, have left that much of an impact on your "fandom"?"

"Oh for sure! People love your voice, and uh...your physique."

"...they like this..hideous rotted body of mine?" He put a hand to his chest, taking all of this information in. "It's merely a husk of what I once was..before I was denied an honorable death."

"Yeah, well..at least your abs stayed with you." You joked.

"Glad to hear I am somewhat admired among your species. But am I subjected to the same degradation?"

"Sorta..on a lesser scale."

"........"

"But it's not all bad! I've actually made some cool art of you looking completely badass!" You hastily mentioned before he could get too upset. "Since you're my favorite demon, of course I had to. Wish I could show it to you somehow.."

"Not to worry." He sounded relieved. "I'm grateful to be idolized in some world, if not my own."

"Right--hey!" Distracting by your chitchat, you failed to see the zombie take a slash at the Slayer, and in revenge you made him do a Blood Punch to regain the health he lost. "I forgot we're supposed to be fighting."

"You wish the Slayer's "Blood Punches" worked on me.." The Marauder teased, rising up and scraping his axe against the ground. "Now shall we continue? Perhaps..you could let me have this win?"

"...I would, but I have over ten extra lives in my inventory and I'd hate to waste them." You smiled awkwardly, watching his expression grow frustrated.

"What..? Now how is that fair?" He growled. "True warriors don't get second chances. Are you using those "cheat codes"?"

"No. I found them all on my own. No cheats here."

"Hmph...well said, human. Now let us fight."

[adannaclaude]

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You find yourself waking in a dark, desolate room. It reeks of death and the walls have the blood of others woven into them, seemingly permanently, for eternity. Where are you?

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TOC (Table Of Contents) ; - Welcome! - Who am I? - What is this blog? - What can I request? - What tags do you use? - Where else can you find me?

[ WELCOME ]

➤ Welcome to my blog, @adannaclaude ! ♡

[ WHO AM I? ]

➤ I go by the names Byzan or Ken(nith) online. Kai is still alright, too :) (You may also know me as Adanna's #1 Fan, Defender of Adanna, Adanna's wife, or many other titles dealing with Adanna. this adanna lover shit gets srs!!! i love her so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) I have loved Flicker for around a good 4 years now! It's a huge special interest of mine. Extra: Surprisingly, Adanna has not always been my favourite flicker character! However, when she was released, she quickly did become my favourite. :) Love her! <3

[ WHAT IS THIS BLOG? ]

➤ This blog is one meant for me to post about the Roblox game, Flicker! I post my own things most of the time, but I am also often found reblogging other people's Flicker content! Anything Flicker related can be most likely found on this blog! I am working on being able to post here way more often like I used to.

[ WHAT CAN I REQUEST? ]

➤ As many of you know, I take requests for the posts I make! I am actually not a stimboard-only blog, although, that is what I make the most. I can do other things, too! YOU CAN REQUEST; - Transparent Characters - Stimboards - Moodboards - Headcanons - Incorrect Quotes (Maybe) When requesting a stimboard/moodboard, I need a bit of info to continue with making it the best I can for you! A prompt you can follow is:

"Hi! May I please request a(n) [character] stimboard/moodboard with themes of [x]?" How this would be used: "Hi! May I please request an Adanna stimboard with themes of makeup, cherries, drawing, and fashion?"

You can also ask for a stimboard/moodboard for themes of the Flicker game itself, ships, flicker fanfictions, as long as it relates to Flicker! When requesting a headcanon dump, follow this prompt: "Hi! May I request some [scenario] headcanons for [character]?" How this would be used: "Hi! May I request some marching band headcanons for Aren?" You can also ask for headcanons about the game itself, or general headcanons for a certain character (or ship)!

(NEW) When requesting a transparent image of a character, follow this prompt:

"Hi! May I request a transparent image of [character]?"

If it is a character that has multiple versions (Ex: Ally), specify what version you'd like for me to make a transparent of!

How this would be used: "Hi! May I request a transparent image of Austin's original design?"

[ WHAT TAGS DO YOU USE? ] ➤ You may notice I use quite a few tags in my posts! If you want to filter out some or always be on the lookout for some, here's the main ones I use! I may also add some in the near future. #flicker blog #flicker stimboard #not flicker related #kai's reblogs🌠 #🏹; kai's moodboards #🧵; talking I also tag ships and characters. Ex: #dashmar / dashawn flicker , flicker dashawn , omar flicker , flicker omar .

[ WHERE ELSE CAN YOU FIND ME? ] ➤ I have other social medias, too! Here are some of them. :D INSTAGRAM (MOST ACTIVE): requestdirty DISCORD: spectroscope TWITTER: jhariahjournal AO3: byzantinne ROBLOX: Byzantinne (residentsimon) TIKTOK (LEAST ACTIVE): Byzantinne

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You've made it out, congratulations on winning Flicker! Sorry we took your humanity from you. Lol.

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[gurugirl]

umm hey, out of context but I've been following you since when you barely had much readers here (ig mid '22, correct me if I'm wrong) and it's lovely to see you grow an audience. i deleted Tumblr in September last year probably and i recently joined back, and as a regular reader of yours i see you put out that sweet and positive vibe of yours. and now i wonder who's behind this page, actively interacting with their followers and posting long content. i wonder how old you are (Just bcz the person handling this seems very mature and understanding), what work you do, if you are married, if you have any offsprings (this is funny haha) and what you do for a living. see, i don't wanna be nosy at all or tryna peep into your life, you totally have the right to keep it private. and please totally ignore this ask of mine if you feel even slightly hesitant, my motive is not that, just want to know this wonderful writer better. and please don't block me for this, i would never be able to afford that🥺😭

Aww... I love that you're interested in whose behind the blog! I have answered some more personal questions about myself before but you'd have to scour my #ask tag to find them (would include things like what kind of style I have, what foods I enjoy eating, to pictures of my dog). But I usually am not too fond of giving away much about my identity.

So, that being said, hopefully you'll be okay with some more vague answers in regard to the more identifying questions.

You're right, I started my blog in May '22. I've been here for 1 year and 4ish months and I've collected quite a few followers already which blows me away every day I see my followers go up.

I'm glad you think I'm sweet, positive, and understanding. I do try. I'm a people pleaser overall (which might not be a great thing at times), but I have a temper and sometimes my patience is short and so you'll see me responding to some rude asks with the same kind of energy they give. Which I later regret but whatever 😅 Classic Aries trait ♈️

I'm in a relationship but things are not stable. I have a dog and do not plan on having children (offspring LOL). For a living I do administrative assistant /EA work remotely, part time and take classes online.

And last, I would never block someone for asking me questions like this! It's flattering if anything and I can choose to answer or not. :) You've been amazing to interact with. I love all of your comments and asks!

Thank you for being curious!

xoxo

[tomreview]

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[pipspath15]

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It's normal information as of now: land is a brilliant contributing choice. However, putting resources into land isn't generally the simplest thing to do. It can take quite a bit of time and effort to begin to understand the way the industry works. Luckily, there are experts out there who have a real estate course online that will teach you the ways of the real estate investor and set you up to be in a position to invest wisely and succeed in the real estate world.

Yet, this brings up a new and significant inquiry: which land money management course is ideal for me?

Let’s take a look at some of the important factors to consider when you are looking for real estate investor courses.

Priorities straight: search internally.

What are your objectives? Would you like to simply figure out how to put resources into land? Or on the other hand perhaps you know how and need to get further information. Would you like to find out about placing cash into investment properties? Or on the other hand would you say you are perhaps inquisitive about flipping houses for a benefit? What's more, that is not in any event, getting into land outside houses. Perhaps you'd be keen on business properties? Sort out where your inclinations are first, then, at that point, begin searching for courses that can address those interests.

And while we’re looking inward, think about how you like to learn as well. Do you want to go in-person to a lecture or presentation? Are you fine with digital lessons over webcams? Are you good in a group setting? Or do you want more one-on-one mentorship style programs? Perhaps you’d even like to actually get out in the field and shadow an expert. Consider what works for you best and then look for a course that matches.

Then, when you find a course, look into the curriculum. Check to see what topics will be covered and if those topics are the right ones for you. Are they more general or are they more specific? Are they perhaps more basic or advanced than your current knowledge? And – and this is important – does this all interest you? We learn best when we are interested in the topics at hand.

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[campto]

Piggification Stage 3: Bargaining

"Hello there, Mister... Jones, is it? That's original. No matter. You've signed your confidentiality agreements and everything? 

"Sure Doc! I've been vetted and cleared... filled out my tax forms... health insurance... 401K... all that. I'm ready to start work right away!"

"Splendid. Splendid! I always like to give every new employee a personalized tour to show them just what we do here. Although I'm sure you have a pretty good idea and are OK with it, or you never would have found out about us. We only put our job postings on... ahem... UNIQUE websites."

"You got me pegged, Doc. I've been a fan of your work ever since I stumbled on it online. Then they shut down the auto plant in Mahwah late last month, and that was my chance to follow my dream and join your organization."

"And don't feel bad that you're not in veterinary medicine or research. I respect every employee in my organization. Your might be putting out the food and water and cleaning the stalls, but you spend more time with our... charges than anyone in the compound. I'm sure you'll find the time you spend with them... quite rewarding!"

"I'm looking forward to it Doc. I really am!"

"Splendid! Let's get started!"

"Hey Doc, what's the story with that sowgirl over here? She's got a collection of junk laid out like I've never seen!"

"This is very interesting, Jones. You've got a good eye. Now this... young lady has reached what we call the "Bargaining" stage in her transformation. She realizes what has happened to her, she has found that fighting us does her no good, so now she is trying to BRIBE us into changing her back. 

"But what does she have to bargain with? We've already seized all her worldly assets. And even if she had title to them, it's not like she can go to the bank and make A withdrawal looking like THAT, can she? So she just collects stuff that tickles her piggy fancy. Interesting rocks, a bone from last night's slop, a pumpkin that's JUST starting to rot, a shiny, sweet-smelling Mr. Pibb can..."

"Looks like she has a dollar bill there too, Doc."

"She does indeed. Somehow she retains some distant memory that those pieces of green paper hold some kind of value, though I'd bet this farm that she doesn't remember why or how much. I'll bet the smell fascinates her as much as anything else."

"The SMELL?"

"Remember, pigs have hundreds of times more sensitive noses than we do. She could probably tell you a story about every one of the thousands of people who have handled that bill since it was printed. Too bad her grunts and oinks can't express those kinds of thoughts very well these days. Every day she's here she's more focused on the moment: mealtime, wallowing in the mud, pooping, how her poop smells..."

"HAW! HAW! And how it TASTES! I've SEEN your videos, Doc."

"You know, Jones... she still is human... in a way. She can still understand everything we're saying. We ought to show a LITTLE more respect and not talk right in front of her. Especially since she's in a bargaining mood. We should say hello.

"HELLO Daisy! Those are VERY PRETTY THINGS you've got there! Where did you get a Mr. PIBB can in this day and age? That might be worth some money to a collector. Not enough to finance a reverse piggification procedure, though. SORR-EEEEE!"

"HI THERE DAISY! MY NAME'S JOHN! I'LL BE FEEDING AND CLEANING UP AFTER YOU! NICE TO MEET YOU!"    

 "Now that was nice, Jones. One thing. It doesn't help to YELL at them. Their EARS are a lot more sensitive than ours, too. They can understand a whisper as well as a shout."

"Sorry Daisy. Do you mind if I scratch you behind the ear? Haven't met a critter yet don't like a scratch behind the ear!"

"GRUNT! GRUNT! GRUNT!"

"There you go, Jones! Looks like she LIKES you! A week ago, if you'd tried that she would've bit your hand off. But they're much more agreeable when they get to this stage."

"The BARGAINING stage, Doc?"

"Ironic, isn't it? The only thing she's really got to BARGAIN with that any of us might want? She's sitting on it. Of course, anybody who wants THAT would want to keep her just the way she is. I trust I'm not SHOCKING you, Jones? That sort of business does go on here, I'm afraid."

"HELL, Doc! Why did you think I wanted to WORK here?"

"I'm glad we understand each other, Mr. Jones. The... err... FRINGE BENEFITS are what keep most of us working here. Speaking of which. If my nose isn't fooling me, I believe Daisy here will be coming into HEAT in a day or so. It will be the first time for her since her... procedure. That first time is always amusing to watch.

"So... word to the wise! She already LIKES you. You might find out she wants to be... more than just FRIENDS. Just be ready."

"HELL... I'm ready right NOW Doc!"

"Splendid. Just a couple of things. Be discreet. No humping the sows right out in the middle of the field in broad daylight."

"Okay, Doc. Anything else?"

"Be NICE! No hurting or humiliating them. I'm SERIOUS. I might be a madman, but I'm not a MONSTER! These gals have been through enough. I don't need PETA on my ass."

"Okay..."

"I'm SERIOUS. It might sound crazy, but I actually LOVE every one of these ladies. It's like having a whole farm full of cloven-hoofed daughters! I find out you're mistreating them, you're FIRED. It's in the contract you signed."

"Okay Doc. I guess you're right."

"Splendid, Jones. Remember... keep your nose clean and you'll have the most rewarding, unique career ever. What's that they say? 'Find a job you love and you'll never work a day in your life!'"

[solesurvivorpaigeargot]

HOLY HELLO Sketchy friends, followers, and fans! It's that time again, time for...

SHIPPY SATURDAY!

The heck is happening here? Here's an FAQ~ Wanna support the event? Here's my Ko-fi!

That's right, it's FINALLY the last Saturday of the month... and I've decided it's high time our Quotable prompt evolved into a Dialog prompt! This is gonna work a lot like previous Quote prompts, but with an extra twist, so please make sure you read the guidelines for a valid request before sending in!

ONWARDS!

To make a VALID Shippy Saturday request, please send me the following in an ASK to my ASKBOX:

The COUPLE you'd like me to sketch up ---- OC? Heck yes! Canon? Hell yeah! All characters welcome, so long as they're from Fallout ---- OC x OC? Cool! Canon x Canon? SWEET! OC x Canon? DAMN RIGHT.

The NUMBER of the dialog snippet you'd like me to art them saying ---- Got more than one favorite? You may list up to THREE in your ask, in order of preference, to help the artist avoid repeats <3 ---- Still can't pick? Send in 'Dealer's Choice!' and the artist will pick one for you.... oooor possibly make up some fresh dialog on the spot ;3

What KIND OF RELATIONSHIP your couple has with each other ---- Romantic? Platonic? Professional? Familial? Rivals? Neighbors? Despite it's name, Shippy Saturday is about all kinds of human connections, not just the romantic ones! ---- Is your couple part of a larger OT3 or poly group? Tell me who else is part of the relationship; they probably won't get arted, but they might add their two cents to the scene from off-frame XD

IF YOU'RE SENDING IN AN OC!! ---- Send your request ask FIRST, without reference information ---- THEN send your OC's reference information to me via my Tumblr IM ---- Don't have any reference pictures, but you can type of a written description? Great! I love working from written descriptions! :D [ No, really, I do. Give them to me :D ]

After that, you can leave all the rest to me! :D [ I.e Please do not request poses or specific actions ]

Hokay? HOKAY! With all of that out of the way, let's get onto the dialog snippets! These are taken from various things I enjoy, as well as some of my own work. These quotes have been modified to gender neutral pronouns, to remove most proper nouns, and for brevity.

[ Some of these quotes have multiple speakers! That will be shown like this! "Speaker A" -- "Speaker B" ]

"Yeah, well, I'm a victim of circumstance" -- "... I thought you called it your pecker."

"Here, you look cold."

"You are so lucky I love you." -- "Damn right."

"You know the routine." -- "Yeah! WE do all the work, YOU get all the credit!"

"I want you with me, but... I'm scared." -- "Trust me. Trust me to take care of myself." -- "I trust you, it's the rest of the world I'm terrified of!"

"No breakfast?" -- "I did it yesterday-- bologna and beans, it's your turn." -- "No... It was eggs. I did eggs... over easy." -- "The hell you did! Bologna and beans, it's your turn!"

"I like the kind of person who can handle themselves... think on their feet."

"So you were ahead of me." -- "I don't know about ahead, but I've been behind you ever since you fried those mannequins."

"Don't make me say it out loud..." -- "... I can say it first, if that'll help."

"Nooooooope... five more minutes." -- "We were together all night." -- "Didn't count... I was sleepin'."

"Well, this is very serious" -- "IT IS!" -- "You, you destroyed a door." -- "Colonel, we're talking about a test on an armored vehicle, that will carry people into combat." -- "Right, but this door is property of--" -- "The shell barely penetrated the door." -- "okay, but now it's all bent out of shape. How are you gonna get it back on its hinges?" -- "I'LL BUY THE ARMY A NEW GODDAMN DOOR!"

"Sorry, I thought... I thought you were trying to buy something I'm not selling."

"I'm busy." -- "Too busy to look up?"

"You can't kill people just because you don't agree with them." -- "You see, that was the ONE point me and the doctors could never agree upon."

"Would you ever consider having a drink with an enlisted solider?" -- "Depends... does the enlisted soldier think I need one?" -- "What are they gonna do? Kick you out?"

"Thanks" -- "No problem, anytime."

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up-- one day it's gonna happen to you. Someday someone is gonna ask you, who is it? And a face is gonna jump to the front of your mind, and it's gonna completely sandbag you... I can't wait to watch!"

[to a peacefully sleeping person ] -- "Good moring, Mx. ___, this is your wake-up call. Please move your ass."

"I say we run for it" -- "Running isn't a plan, runnin's what you do when a plan fails!"

"... Normal Illinois, is that on the map?" -- "Yes, Sergeant, it is." -- "... is it normal in Normal?" -- "... Uneventful, I think, is the word."

"Now-- how many brahmin does it take to make a stampede? Is it like... three or more? Is there a minimum speed?" -- "Wish a stampede up your ass."

"I don't mind being a secret of yours."

[Right after THE BIG FUCKING KISS] ".... let's not make it a year before the next one, okay?"

"If we were serious about money, we'd quit being hired hands--" -- "Handymen! We are han-dee-men." -- "Oh whatever! We'd quit this and go find some real money."

"Please... don't go where I can't follow."

"Alone is fine! I can do alone, it's worrying after them that's got me all wound up!" -- "Have you considered that's because alone is NOT FINE and you don't wanna do it anymore?" -- "---!!"

"This is not the first time you've been here." -- "We've been down this road before, that is correct." -- "Several times, in fact." -- "I hadn't been keeping count."

"And you must be ___, I've heard all about you." -- "I deny everything."

"First time I saw you? I thought to myself, that's the kind of person BRICK WALLS jump outta the way of." -- "Figured you'd be safer behind me rather than in front of me?" -- "Damn right."

"Just keep looking at that beautiful sky; that's the sky that'll be over our roof when we're done." -- "What if we don't finish the roof? Then we can look at the sky all the time."

"Yeah, well... maybe a friend is what I need right now."

"Next thing you know the Feds will be at our door; Sorry, time to move out, Eminent Domain." -- "Down honey, down."

"Even a heat-seeking missile can miss a target." -- "... you taped so many hot-plates to the test target you could fry an egg at 20 feet, and it STILL missed by a mile."

"My dear, my darling, love of my life...." -- "What do you want?"

"What I mean to say is... you make here a better place to be. For me. Easier. Does that make sense?"

"Calm down, you make it sound like a war." -- "What do you people have against being prepared?!"

"This is not just a report, it's a deadly weapon." -- "Sir, an M-16 is a deadly weapon. A report is just a pile of paper, unless you plan to inflict a lot of extremely vicious paper cuts."

"Stupid son of a bitch, knocked himself out cold..." -- "Cold my ass, he's dead."

"Y'know, in baseball, a guy who hits .400 is consider pretty damn great." -- "In baseball the losing team isn't killed by their opponents."

"Hey... I love you. Did I tell you that today?"

This post is going online at 8 PM, June 24th, 2021, US Pacific time. The askbox will open for requests until 6 PM, June 25th, 2021, US Pacific Time. Get yours in now!

Arting will begin at 9 AM tomorrow morning, see you then! :D

-Loor

[starlightxsvt]

Smoke || Jeon Wonwoo au

Paring: Wonwoo x Female reader

Genre: angst, friends to lovers, some fluff, slight smut

Warnings: cursing

A pair of hands land on your shoulders and you jump slightly, a squeak leaving your lips.

"Wonwoo! You scared me!" You hiss, clutching your chest, putting down the books in your hand. Your shift in the library is almost over.

Wonwoo gives you a soft smile, one that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"What are you doing here anyway?"

"Wanted to surprise you. I was free so I thought I'd walk you home." He shrugs, putting his hands in his pockets. You frowned at him slightly, knowing he was hiding something but you let it go for the moment.

"That's really nice of you." You mutter, arranging the books.

He says nothing but watches you do your work quietly.

"I have to stop by the convenience store, do you mind?" You ask as both of you walk side by side, accompanied by the night silence.

"No. Let's go."

You pick up the materials you needed and put them in the small cart, all the while wondering what's wrong with Wonwoo. You knew very well that he didn't visit you to walk you home but because something was bothering him.

You like Wonwoo, more than a close friend. You really liked him but he was rather oblivious to your feelings which you were glad about. You know Wonwoo is seeing someone and even if he didn't, he'd never reciprocate your feelings. As much as it hurt you, Wonwoo was a precious friend and you didn't want to loose him just because of your pathetic unrequited feelings.

You walk to the counter to pay, followed by a quiet Wonwoo who, once reaches there, picks one of the cigarette packets and takes out his money.

You look at him, a little shocked. It was been quite a while since Wonwoo smoked. It took a lot of work on your part to stop that habit of his and seeing him do it again made you upset and realize that something, indeed, was wrong.

"What's wrong, Wonwoo?" You ask once you step out of the store.

"What do you mean?" He doesn't meet your eyes but lights up a cigarette.

You watch him blow out a smoke and sigh,"You are smoking. I thought you said you didn't need to smoke while you're with me."

I don't feel like smoking when you're with me. I just need you, he'd said.

Wonwoo huffs out a breath and sits down at one of the stairs in front of the store. You take a seat beside, maintaining a safe distance from the smoke he breathed.

"Audrey broke up with me."

Oh, so this was the issue.

You don't say anything, instead stare at your feet. He speaks, "She left with that jerk."

"You saw this coming, Wonwoo." You speak quietly.

"Yea but I tried!" He snaps. "I tried my best so that this day would never come. I did everything I could and more for her."

You hated that he was hurt but your hate for how desperate he was for her is far more. You saw vile, ugly emotions of green and you hated the fact that the girl used him like that, while you'd give up everything to be longed by Wonwoo like that.

"You tried too hard Wonwoo. Sometimes letting go hurts less than holding on." The bitter words leave your mouth.

"What?" His brows furrow, irritated. You inhale deeply, "Wonwoo, you need to let her go. She's a bitch who doesn't deserve you. Stop pinning for her when you clearly deserve someone better."

"Don't talk about her like that," he steps on his cigarette and meets your eyes, a clear warning in his tone.

A humorless laugh escapes you as you rub your temples, "Okay seriously?" You stand up, your patience running thin, "Stop acting like a fucking child Wonwoo. Grow up. It's not the end of the world of Audrey doesn't return your feelings.

"Is that your jealousy speaking?" Wonwoo stands up, towering over you, a challenge in his eyes.

You look at him flabbergasted. How did he...

"Yea, just because you think you're doing a good job hiding your feelings for me doesn't mean you really are. The whole campus knows you've got a thing for me so don't act like you weren't jealous of her."

Tears form in your eyes as you gape at him in disbelief. All your self control vanishes as you speak the next words, "Yes, I'm jealous of her! What I have for you is not just a thing, it's my sincere feelings unlike that bitch who has been toying with you since the past year!" You rub your eyes, not letting the tears escape, taking a step towards him. You speak meeting his eyes, "It's not my jealousy speaking because if I wanted, I could've broke the two of you up a long time ago. I'm saying this because I'm tired Wonwoo! I'm tired of being your punching bag! I'm tired of seeing you get hurt repeatedly for someone who doesn't give two shits about you! You always end up getting hurt and I'm the one who collects all your broken pieces. I'm the one who made you stop smoking. I'm the one who holds you together when you fall apart. I've always been there for you Wonwoo but...now I'm wondering... why? To be treated like this?" You voice grows small as you choke back on your tears. Wonwoo looks at you, his jaw clenched and hands fisted.

"I'm done Wonwoo. You're a precious friend to me and I hid my feelings cuz I didn't want to loose you for that. But I'm done being used. I'll see you if you truly want to be friends with me." You whisper and turn around, desperate to escape from his presence.

-

Weeks have passed by since your last encounter with Wonwoo. As your finals are near you try your best not to think about him; instead you busy yourself with studies. It's the weekend and after a full day of studying you sit in front of the TV, grumpy about the fact that there isn't anything delicious to eat. You contemplate on ordering online when there's a knock on your door.

Wonwoo, the last person you expected, stands there with his hands full of bags. He speaks, "Thought we should have dinner together." You stare at him, astonished at his casual behavior, like nothing happened between you two.

He steps in and places the bags on your kitchen counter, emptying them. You eye the contents - fried chicken and fries with beer, stuffed donuts.

"Go wash your hands. I'll serve them."

"What are you doing Wonwoo? I'm pretty sure you are at the wrong address." You speak watching him plate up. He pauses before his eyes meet yours and he sighs softly, taking a seat on your kitchen stool.

"I've thought a lot about us in these few weeks. And I realized a lot of things. For one, I took you for granted when you are literally the best thing that happened to me, y/n. I... I used you and for that I'm really sorry. I sorry for being a jerk that day when everything you said were true. I'm sorry about so many things."

You stare at the floor not meeting his eyes, arms crossed over your chest as you try to keep your emotions at bay.

"I can't imagine a life without you." He whispers, "I'm not complete without you. You're the one who has held me together until now. You're the one who has been with me through thick and thin. You - you make me want to be a better person. If... if it wasn't for you, I'd be so lost. I'm so glad you came into my life y/n. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Your heart breaks and a stray tear rolls over your cheek. Wonwoo seems to notice as he stands up and cups your cheek, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry. I'll leave if you want me to. I just wanted to see your face and tell you I'm sorry. It has been so long."

You meet his eyes as you place your hands over his, "So what is your point Wonwoo?"

He sighs, "My point is, I don't want to be friends with you. Well, I technically want that but not just friends. I want to be your boyfriend, you best friend, I want to be your everything."

"Are you sure about this? Are you really over Au-"

"Fuck Audrey, fuck everyone. It is you. It was you since the very first moment. I'm sorry it took me so long to understand."

You heart swells with love and you can't hold back anymore as your lips clash with his. You thread your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his hands find purchase on your waist. Soon enough he's picking you up and putting you on the kitchen counter as his hands tug on your shirt. "Wonwoo, what are you doing?" You gasp, breathless.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he murmurs, planting kisses along your neck as his hands travel all over your body,accompanied by your soft sighs and moans.

"The food will get cold."

"Yeah? Well the food can wait but I can't." He attaches his lips to yours again, picking you up and heading for your bedroom. "Someone's really horny." You smile against his lips.

"Well you are not any better." He retorts putting you on the bed and softly kissing your cheek before taking off his shirt.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you."

"Mmhmm."

He smiles,"I gave up smoking, for good. I really, only need you."

A/N: Happy Birthday to our precious bag of luck and my bias wrecker,Jeon Wonwoo. This one is dedicated to him. And thanks to y'all for loving my previous work, it really made me very happy :"). As always, feedbacks are appreciated! 💖

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You want to break up because of hate

Pairings: Kim Seokjin / Min Yoongi / Jung Hoseok / Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst

Request: "Hi! I don't know if you're still wanting reaction ideas but I would like to request/give an idea anyway (since your writing is so goood!) An reaction where you are in a relationship but It becomes public and you are met with hate/situations with saesangs etc, and you are getting tired of it and want to break up. A fluffy ending, or just pure angst (whatever works best for you) Have a great day 💕"

A/N: I was really feeling the angst, I'm sorry 😭 I also think these are longer than usual but oh well.

Kim Seokjin

One week.

It had been one fucking week since BigHit had released an official statement about your and Jin's relationship, after a few fan taken pictures had been leaked, leaving all of you with little no choice but to make your one year relationship public.

And somehow, one week was enough for you to start questioning your whole relationship.

It wasn't really the huge amount of social media hate you were receiving, but the actual physical hate you had started to get right after the announcement had been published. You couldn't even go to the grocery store on your own at this point because you'd most probably meet a few unfriendly people who would scream in your face just how much you didn't deserve to be with their handsome Kim Seokjin. They had already managed to make you feel worthless, but you could go on with that.

Or so you thought until that night, when Jin and you were leaving the BigHit building after a meeting regarding your relationship, for a group of fans were waiting for you outside, having to rely on a few bodyguards for you to make it to the car waiting for you – but not even them could save you this time.

This time, there were not only insults being directed your way, but one fan that managed to grab your wrist and pull you out of the ‘safe space’ the bodyguards had created around you and Seokjin.

After that, everything happened too fast.

All you heard were even more screams around you as you felt your body being pushed around. It wasn't more than ten seconds before Jin and his guards took you out of there and into the car, but that was enough for your arms to be covered in scratches and your heart rate discontroled given the panic you had felt.

“Baby…” Jin looked at you apologetically.

You knew he was blaming himself right then, and you also knew it was not his fault. Yes, this was caused because of you dating him, but there was nothing he could do. However, what left your mouth was:

“I want to go home”.

He nodded rapidly. “We're going to the dorms right now”.

“No” you shook your head. “I want to go to my house” you croaked out, trying your best to hold back your tears.

“But baby, you're bleedi–”

“And I'd appreciate it if you didn't stay over” you added before he could finish his sentence.

That was all he needed for his heart to drop. And when the car stopped in front of your place minutes later and you got out of it without a word, without one last glance at least, Seokjin felt as if everything you had been through together wasn't enough for you to want to put up with all that came with being with an idol like him.

Min Yoongi

You knew dating an idol wouldn't be easy. Yoongi had warned you multiple times, because it was not only your feelings the ones at risk, but also his. He had always ran away from his feelings, for he knew his life style wasn't particularly compatible with serious relationships – but with you he found himself not being able to escape anymore, and he needed you to know what you were signing up for by agreeing to be his girlfriend.

He had told you. Over and over. And you still stated you could do this, that you wouldn't run away later and break his heart.

But you didn't think it'd be this bad.

You thought you would lose your privacy and that you could carry on with, but you hadn't really thought about the amount of hate you would receive. Much worse, you hadn't thought about how much it would actually affect you.

That was the reason you were here right now, in Yoongi's room, looking into his heartbroken eyes after the words “I think we should break up” had abandoned your lips.

“No” he shook his head in denial, breaking your heart just a little more. “No, you promised”.

“Yoongi…”

“No, Y/N. You don't get to do this now” he furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief. “You said you could deal with all of this… you… you promised” he repeated, as if that itself was enough.

You had. Which is why you felt like the shittiest person there was in the world.

“I'm sorry” you whispered, feeling like avoiding his gaze out of shame yet wanting to at least respect him enough to look him in the eye. “It's too much. It's too overwhelming and…” you took a deep breath, “I can't with all the hate, Yoongs”.

“I could help you with that if you let me!” he snapped, “I can go to BigHit and–”

“And what, Yoongi?” you laughed humorlessly. “Maybe they would be able to stop the hate I'm receiving online, but what about real life, huh? I can't go all day with bodyguards around me. I have a normal life, I have classes to attend, I…” you sighed, “I'm not an idol”.

He bit the inside of his cheek, trying his best to hold back the first tear that threatened with rolling down his face. That last statement had felt worse than a punch on the face. Because it was true, you were not an idol, and he was. How naive of him to believe two people from what, apparently to you, were two different worlds would ever work out.

It seemed like you had already made your decision on your own, was there anything he could do at this point?

“I trusted you, you know?” he shook his head one more time, going to open the door for you to get out.

You lowered your head, weakly nodding your head. “I know. I'm sorry I'm not strong enough to keep my promise”.

Jung Hoseok

Heavy breathing was all Hoseok heard from the other end of the line as soon as he answered the phone. It was your number, so he knew it was you, but why weren't you speaking? Why were you…

“Angel?” he asked worriedly. “Are you crying?”

Then he heard a sob, making him feel a twinge in his heart.

“Y/N? What's wrong?”

“I can't do this anymore” you finally choked out – your voice being followed with harder sobs.

“You can't do what anymore?” Hoseok wondered in a weak tone, kind of knowing what it was but the idea itself being so heartbreaking he didn't even want to think about it.

“This. Us.” you explained.

“Y/N, please don't” he pleaded. “Don't do this. Not over the phone. Not when I can't be there with you to talk this out properly”.

“Don't you get it?” you laughed under your breath at how ridiculous this whole situation was. “There's nothing to talk out. I can't do this anymore, Hoseok”.

“So you already made your decision without me” his voice turned cold, breaking your heart in the process, for he never used that tone with you. “I can't believe you. I thought our relationship meant something to you. I thought I meant something to you”.

That's when you broke down even harder.

“I love you, Hobi. I love you so much b–”

“You don't” he cut you off, “because you wouldn't be doing this right now if you did”.

“They found out where I live” you finally confessed.

The line fell silent for a few seconds.

“Who did?”

“Your fans” you sniffled.

He gulped heavily, suddenly understanding what this was all about.

“They also found where I study, my work, they…”

“Baby” his voice went back to being soft.

And although hearing his familiar gentle voice when it came to you should've brought you comfort, it did quite the opposite. You were breaking his heart, you didn't deserve it.

“They know everything, Hobi. They won't leave me alone, I can't even leave my house without being harassed and…”

“Why didn't you tell me” he let out a shaky breath.

“What difference would it have made?” you bit your lip to stop it from quivering. “It would only have added stress to you–”

“And this doesn't?” he snapped. “Y/N, this is a thousand times worse. I can't… I can't lose you, please” he begged. “Let me fix this”.

“I'm sorry” he heard you sniffle one more time. “I love you, so much, and I wish things were different, but we're done. I'm moving in with my parents until this all calms down”.

Both his silence and heavy breathing let you know you were not the only one crying anymore. And, as cold hearted as it sounded, you added:

“Please make it public that we broke up so they'll leave me alone”.

Kim Namjoon

You loved Kim Namjoon. You had fallen for him like you never did for anyone else. And your feelings were actually stronger than the constant hate you had been getting from his fans ever since your relationship had became public.

You just ignored the rude comments, even got rid of some of your social media, because you couldn't even think about giving up what you had with Namjoon just because of some envious people.

The thing is, at some point it stopped being just rude comments made on the internet or even yelled at you on the streets, and turned into something way more serious.

Threats.

That's what you had been getting for a little over three weeks now.

Just like before, you had ignored them at first, but then you started receiving pictures of yourself from unknown numbers, and how could you not freak out about that?

It was simple. Either you broke up with Namjoon, or you were getting hurt.

You hadn't told him, for you didn't want him to worry. But he knew you too well not to notice something was going on with you. And when one afternoon you stood up from your spot on the sofa to go grab some water and your phone lit up with a new message, he finally understood what was going on.

“Y/N, what is this?” he asked – eyes fixed on your phone after he had picked it up to give it to you.

You didn't have to look at the text to know what it was about.

“Nams…”

“Why didn't you tell me you've been getting threats?”

You shrugged, avoiding his eyes.

“This is serious, you have to tell me these things” he furrowed his eyebrows, standing up to go to you. “I could've–”

“You could've done nothing!” you snapped, taking one step back and away from him. “There's literally nothing you or your company can do for me because they won't stop until we break up, don't you get it?”

He took a deep breath, trying to lock his eyes with yours. “Is that what you think?” he sounded almost scared of even asking, “is that what you want?”

Once again, you shrugged, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I just know I'm tired of being constantly followed and threatened. I'm tired of being scared” you admitted, speaking on the heat of the moment when you added: “And I think it'd be for the best if you left me alone for a while”.